been going insane over Bruce in his eating dome for 24 hrs now

There is so much story telling here. A person got this pacific parrotlet named it Bruce which in and of itself is amazing but then this person went here my little bird friend a raspbebe for you to enjoy and Bruce said hell yeah and went cataclysmicly and irreversible ape shit ham on that berry. And that probably happened more than once. So instead of never again allowing this little dinosaur the joy of the succulent flesh of the delectable raspberry they went what can we do for our little baby boy. and then boom they got some kind of cake cover type deal and cut a door into it so that Bruce would Not Be Trapped in a fruit prison (altho truely it is the berries who are trapped in there with Bruce but none the less) and so he may go to his pent house and freak it as crazily as his little bird heart desires.

Anyway i love pets they are each distinct little guys who are carred for by the funniest ape to ever exist bc we love animal so much

Goku is on Namek fightin that Frieza guy…Goku uhh…flyin or doin somethin over there…

for context’s sake: this is from JBVO, a show hosted by Johnny Bravo where you could call in and request your favorite episode of a CN show and Johnny would play it for you. for the most part it worked out pretty smoothly since at the time cn’s shows mostly had an average episode length of 7 to 11 minutes.

but one day a viewer requested that they play their favorite episode of dragon ball z, a show with 23-minute long episodes. due to time constraints with both dbz AND jbvo they had to work a compromise: a sped up version of the requested dbz episode played with johnny narrating over it so people understood what’s going on

I was walking to work just now, and heard someone holler from the road. When I turned around, I saw it was my friend in her car, waving at me. I yelled, "I love you!" And she yelled it back. Then I turned around, and saw a woman laughing. "I thought you were talking to me," she said, so I made a heart with my hands and said, "that's okay, I can love you too!". She laughed again, and made a heart back.

The sky is blue, and the air is hot, and the leaves are glittering green on the trees, and I'm happy to be here

Y/N, drunk: [points at Natasha] That’s my girlfriend, suckers!

Natasha: Your wife, Y/N.

Y/N: My wife! Even better!

Come Closer || Part I

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader/OFC

Summary: In which, you enter Natasha’s world via cleaning her window.

Warnings: None, unless you count love as a warning. 

Genre: Romance

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Mornings tend to be Natasha’s only time of peace. 

She’s gotten to a place in her life where when the world is not in impending doom, she’ll sleep in a little. She’ll take her morning in slow, there are no early morning workouts, and sometimes, she’ll laze around in bed with a cup of coffee until 11 AM.

But for some reason, her morning hasn’t been as relaxing as she likes. Maybe it’s post-saving the world that her nerves haven’t cooled off. The mission bothered her because Natasha knows what she brings to the table, but sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.

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Y/N: Jennifer, I think I’m in love with Wanda.

Jennifer: Wait, Wanda, as in the Scarlet Witch?

Y/N: Yes, that Wanda. Thoughts?

Jennifer: And prayers.

About You - Masterlist [complete]

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda had never known loss like she has until she lost Pietro. It’s debilitating. She can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t even leave her house. Life is fading fast, and she’s not sure if she even wants to hang on. Enter you, a stranger that reconnects her to the daily things that makes life beautiful.

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Main Masterlist || Library Blog

Series Warnings: Deals with loss & grief and the spectrum of emotions and depression that comes with it. Please note there is no glorification in any of this. Loss, grief, and depression are nothing beautiful. Also, please don’t hesitate or reach out for help if you are in a dark place. Love you, lovelies 💘

About You

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PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: Wanda had never known loss like she has until she lost Pietro. It’s debilitating. She can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t even leave her house. Life is fading fast, and she’s not sure if she even wants to hang on. Enter you, a stranger that reconnects her to the daily things that makes life beautiful. 

Warnings: Deals with loss & grief and the spectrum of emotions and depression that comes with it. Please note there is no glorification in any of this. Loss, grief, and depression are nothing beautiful. Also, please don’t hesitate or reach out for help if you are in a dark place. Love you, lovelies 💘

Genre: Angst & Romance

NOTE: Please drop a comment if you’d like to be part of the tag list! 😚 

PART I of X

Translations + Transliteration детская сестра/detskaya sestra - Baby sister 

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“Are you done?” 

It was just another day for Wanda. Harsh words and cold stares were what she was known for. She currently had a busted lip and a small cut on her left eyebrow as she stood straight with her hands on her lips in front of a boy.

Small sobs could be heard behind her, and honestly, the sound was a little grating to Wanda, and she wondered why she often encountered these situations. 

The boy in front of her looked worse for wear with a bloodied mouth, his right eye swelling fast, threatening to shut, and a dark bruise on his cheek. 

He stared at her a little longer, panting as his knees trembled before he turned and high tailed it out.

Wanda sighed as she walked over, picking up a dirtied backpack and putting the spilled contents back in before she walked over to the sobbing girl and handed over her things. 

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Yelena: Anyone down to take couple’s counselling and see at what point the therapist realizes we don’t even know each other?

you need to get it out of your mind that psychosomatic illness is just “making up symptoms” when it’s actually much more like your body is being actively poisoned by chemicals released from your brain

if you’re so stressed that you’re puking your guts up every morning, are unable to eat or keep anything down, you can’t look at light without feeling infinitely worse and feel exhausted and in pain all the time (or whatever your particular stress induced symptom set is) you’re not just feeling like that because you’ve willed it into being. your body is begging for relief from the constant barrage of stress hormones and it requires the fundamental source of stress to go away, not just distracting yourself from the symptoms

just because the root is psychological doesn’t mean the result isn’t an entirely physical process.

I always hate it when people are all “so do you go to school, or are you working, or” and I either have to

So my therapist was like, “You don’t have to do either. You can just say you haven’t worked in a while because you’re recovering from an illness.”

I tried it when the home inspector was here today, and it fucking worked. He was like, “oh, I’m sorry, are you doing better now,” and I’m like yeah, and don’t worry, it’s not contagious, awkward laugh, and we moved on.

MY THERAPIST. IS A GENIUS. Because it is an illness, so it’s not a lie to say that, and it’s also none of his business to know specifically what it is, and I clearly don’t want to give more details, so we should move on from this topic. MY THERAPIST IS A GODDAMN GENIUS.

Dude I needed this. I never know what to say when people ask if I work because I’m severely disabled and don’t work.

REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE HOLY SHIT

To add, this works on job interviews too.  I once had to answer the ‘so whats up with this gap of 8 months in your resume where you were unemployed?” and I just said I had suffered an illness and I needed time to recover.

It’s easy enough, not a lie, and puts them on edge enough that they usually don’t go digging.

I mean, I'm 44 and just learned that you can pick up an egg yolk. Seems like cursed knowledge to me.

I don't like knowing this.

Garlic makes your fingertips a little sticky, and specifically has mercaptans in it which bond well to the egg yolk, which is why this works.

Mercaptans are sulfurous hydrocarbons that should not be confused with mercaptains, who are ranked just below mermajors in the mermilitary.

i keep seeing the gif set so here’s the video clip

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LeFou: Oop! Gaston: Everyone knows her father’s a lunatic. He was in here tonight, raving— [EDM plays] Gaston: Whoo! Slow down, Maurice. Maurice: [exclaims]

What gets me is they throw the glowsticks out with him.

things i have seen/experienced working in a toy store:

• a customer asking me if boys like coloring

• a customer telling her daughter she can’t give out ice cream stickers for party favors because there will be boys there

• an older couple laughing about how there’s a pink toy sword because a boy would never play with a pink toy sword (because i guess boys can’t like pink and girls don’t play with toy swords. also it wasn’t even pink it was red lol)

• a customer refusing to buy a snail robot kit for his nephew because it was “too cute for a boy”

• a customer sharply reminding me she was buying a gift for a boy when i suggested play food

• a customer telling her daughter she needed to pick a different birthday card for her friend because the one she chose had a pink envelope (her friend was a boy)

• a customer asking what a boy would like for valentine’s day instead of the stuffed dogs she was getting for the girls

• a customer getting upset when my coworker used blue ribbon on a gift bag because the present was for a girl

• a customer saying a toy guitar was “too girly” for her grandson, based only on the fact that the box had a picture of a girl playing with it (the guitar was red with yellow music notes)

but yeah, trans people have some real weird ideas about gender

There’s one thing I always think of when I hear “how could you let it get so bad?” and similar phrases. It’s in the comments of every video of matted hair or a dirty kitchen.

I think the appropriate response is “what would have to happen to you for you to let it get that bad?” And when you think about that question, and the horrifying answers that come with it, you almost certainly have more sympathy for the person you were being judgemental to.

People who let their self-care needs go unmet for long periods of time are only rarely lazy and even more rarely comfortable and happy with that state.

How badly injured would you have to be to say “fuck it” to washing dishes?

How bad would you mental health have to be to give up on brushing your teeth?

How much grief would you have to be in to stop making yourself meals?

And the answer is probably lower than many of us have ever had the misfortune to realize.

I think a genuine problem with the response question is that there are people out there who truly believe that nothing, nothing, could ever stop them from accomplishing what they consider routine tasks. Their mental health could never be so poor, and if it was, surely they could afford either psychological or household help if they really needed it, or they could rely on always having someone around to help for free. There is no version of the world in which those tasks cannot be accomplished.

I don’t even mean wealthy people. I mean regular, middle-class (including upper middle), everyday people. It is utterly inconceivable to some that they wouldn’t always have every bit of support they needed, when they needed it, and that it wouldn’t get done one way or another. “Well, I would never…” they say, because some in that world have so little imagination that even when faced with hypothetically answering “But what would it take?” there is no way for them to think that it wouldn’t always be possible, in some way, to keep their hair washed or their house clean or xyz. There are even those, who, having answered the question, immediately follow it up with, “But that would never happen! It would never get that bad!”

And there is nothing we can do to convince them otherwise. For a person in that kind of world, there is no threshold at which they are so disabled by any circumstances that those tasks remain undone. I think more people like that exist than we realise. What’s more, I’m not even sure how to help them, because I don’t think it’s a failure of compassion—though it often leads to it—it’s a failure of imagination. How do you approach someone so convinced that their personal world is the only version that can even exist, and ask them to consider other possibilities? It would be like asking a squirrel to live underwater.

We are living in a time which has decided to encourage this way of thinking in so many facets, to so prioritise the needs of the individual over the needs of the many that we are starting to lose our capability of imagination. It is not getting better enough. This is the true legacy of the “personal responsibility” mindset and I fear we are succumbing to it because it is all we hear or see, in so many subtle and overt ways.

Hungry?

“After coming in from her first ever play outside!”

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